I sat with Lynn at lunch today. We bought a slice of cake from the lunch line and split it. That's what couples do, right? We ate for a while until Lynn told me something. It's been going through my head all day. 'Frank, I know you're gay.' It struck me like a blow to the chest, and it keeps ringing in my ears. I tried not to be obvious. Am I really that bad?
I stuttered, and then she said, 'Hey, it's okay. I'll be your fake girlfriend for as long as you need me to. I get it.' At least I have someone I can count on. Speaking of which, mom disappeared again. Let's see when she gets home.
